Fu Ting was eagerly anticipating Yue Qingqing's visit.

Every time her daughter-in-law was about to come, she would toss and turn in bed from early morning.

It was unbearable for Jiang Chengren, yet he didn't dare to say anything.

He always felt like their son was just a tool, meant solely to bring the Yue Family's daughter home.

This wasn't an exaggeration on his part, but rather Fu Ting's genuine behavior.

This time when calling for the New Year, Fu Ting only called Yue Qingqing's phone, and they chatted for half an hour without mentioning their son even once.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chengren just couldn't take it and quietly reminded her.

"Shouldn't you also give our son a call?"

It was only then that Fu Ting seemed to snap out of it, as if she remembered she had a son.

Then Jiang Chengren saw Fu Ting casually forward a New Year's greeting message from someone else to their son without changing a word.

She didn't even bother typing it herself.

After a while, Jiang Chengren heard a ding, and Fu Ting's expression froze as she glanced down.

"What did our son say?"

Fu Ting awkwardly replied, "He asked if I even looked at the message before forwarding it."

"Huh?" Jiang Chengren had a bad feeling, "You didn't forward one of those 'wish your entire family happiness and early grandkids' messages, did you?"

"No, I didn't do that."

Jiang Chengren sighed in relief, but then Fu Ting coughed once.

"I just forgot to change the signature name at the end."

Jiang Chengren: "..."

Well, she's like one of those students who copies someone's homework without changing the name.

No wonder their son rarely replies to messages.

Later, feeling a bit guilty, Jiang Chengren thought of calling their son again.

When the call connected, neither knew what to say.

An awkward and eerie silence spread through the phone.

"How's it going?"

"Pretty good."

"Are you doing well with her family?"

"It's okay."

"Coming back after the New Year?"

"Yeah."

The educational style in China often leads to ineffective communication between parents and children.

Though full of love, they speak more concisely than a phone customer service representative.

Never mind, Jiang Chengren decided not to put himself and his son through this anymore.

"Should I hang up now?"

"Okay."

After hanging up the call, Fu Ting asked with a smile, "See? Having a son isn't as good, they're always so reserved. Daughters are better, like a little cotton jacket for your heart."

What else could Jiang Chengren say? He could only nod silently.

He even began thinking about having a daughter again.

Forget it, it's not allowed by the state, and they're too old anyway.

Speaking of which, Fu Ting had been waiting eagerly, hoping her son would bring Yue Qingqing back.

And she was thrilled when it finally happened.

Yue Qingqing brought some specialties from Daye Village for Uncle and Auntie.

Fu Ting was overjoyed and decided to cook a meal herself in excitement.

Everyone hurried to stop her.

Yue Qingqing clung to Fu Ting's arm, "Auntie, don't overwork yourself. We haven't seen each other for a while. Let's chat for a bit."

Fu Ting was immediately touched, "Qingqing, you're so thoughtful, worried that I'd get tired, right?"

Jiang Chengren silently thought, they probably just feared there wouldn't be enough beds in the hospital.

In Fu Ting's eyes, the time spent with Yue Qingqing was always joyful yet fleeting.

Sigh, she always wonders when the brat would finally bring her home for good.

Given how much the Yue Family dotes on their daughter, it would probably have to be after graduation at least.

With this in mind, Fu Ting, like her son, reluctantly held onto Yue Qingqing's hand.

They walked her all the way to the villa's garden gate.

"Qingqing, come by again in a few days. Auntie will miss you."

"Okay, I'll come often."

Yue Qingqing replied obediently, making Fu Ting even more reluctant to let go.

"Be careful on the road, Aze, drive slowly."

Just then, Yue Qingqing suddenly felt an uncomfortable stare.

When she turned, it was none other than Jiao Lei and Li Tongyu.

What surprised her was that Jiao Lei seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of gloom.

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